“And then they are swollen up and inflamed and drunken with matter. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. ‘I am not a fool. Gerald lifted an eyebrow. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. I must have something in hand. We have so much to be thankful for.
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